A Banda - Chico Buarque

Estava à toa na vida o meu amor me chamou

Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor

A minha gente sofrida despediu-se da dor

Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor

O homem sério que contava dinheiro parou

O faroleiro que contava vantagem parou

A namorada que contava as estrelas parou

Para ver, ouvir e dar passagem

A moça triste que vivia calada sorriu

A rosa triste que vivia fechada se abriu

E a meninada toda se assanhou

Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor

Estava à toa na vida o meu amor me chamou

Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor

A minha gente sofrida despediu-se da dor

Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor

O velho fraco se esqueceu do cansaço e pensou

Que ainda era moço pra sair no terraço e dançou

A moça feia debruçou na janela

Pensando que a banda tocava pra ela

A marcha alegre se espalhou na avenida e insistiu

A lua cheia que vivia escondida surgiu

Minha cidade toda se enfeitou

Pra ver a banda passar cantando coisas de amor

Mas para meu desencanto o que era doce acabou

Tudo tomou seu lugar depois que a banda passou

E cada qual no seu canto e em cada canto uma dor

Depois da banda passar cantando coisas de amor

Depois da banda passar cantando coisas de amor

Depois da banda passar cantando coisas de amor.

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I was idle in life my love called me

To see the band pass singing things about love

My suffering people said goodbye to the pain

To see the band pass singing things about love

The serious man who counted money stopped

The lightkeeper who was boasting stopped

The girlfriend who was counting the stars stopped

To see, hear and give way

The sad girl who was silent smiled

The sad rose that was closed has opened

And the whole girl freaked out

To see the band pass singing things about love

I was idle in life my love called me

To see the band pass singing things about love

My suffering people said goodbye to the pain

To see the band pass singing things about love

The weak old man forgot his tiredness and thought

That he was still young enough to go out on the terrace and danced

The ugly girl leaned out of the window

Thinking that the band played for her

The joyful march spread across the avenue and insisted

The full moon that lived hidden appeared

My whole city was decorated

To see the band pass singing things about love

But to my disenchantment, what was sweet is over

Everything took its place after the band passed

And each in their own corner and in each corner a pain

After the band passes by singing things of love

After the band passes by singing things of love

After the band passes by singing things about love.

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